It was supposed to be a quick pick-up. Kunikida just had to make a 15-minute stop at the local bakery to pick up some goods for the agency. It was all planned, of course: 5 minutes to walk, 15 minutes to pay and get the pastries, and 5 minutes back to the agency.

"Hello, I have a pick-up for—”

But no amount of strict planning, tight scheduling, and perfect detailing could have prepared him for this. Nothing could have prepared him when he saw you. Something as trivial as you cleaning up the counter and putting fresh pastries away caused a warm blush to spread across Kunikida's cheeks, And a tight feeling in his chest.